She chose to go with the Twisted Fork as being the best food of the restaurants I was offering, turning down the high trendiness of The Knick, and declining the standing and moving around of heading down to the Bastille Days festival in Cathedral Square. We almost opted to switch and sit out by the lake down at Alterra and just have sandwiches instead, but then I realized that that was where all the cars were coming from after having watched the Blue Angels perform, so we weaved back through town and on to the original destination. A good move, too, as we were both very happy with our entrees, which we ate outside in the breezes, enjoying all the café life of the North Ave./Farwell Ave. area. I wish that's what it was like at Marquette, but unfortunately as far as a "campus town" environment goes, Marquette in being in such a poor neighbourhood, tends to have more crack addicts panhandling than sidewalk cafés. I'm glad the school does do a lot of ministry in the neighbourhood, but I honestly wouldn't mind the other, too.
Katie had the Sesame Ahi Tuna, pan-seared and served medium-rare with garlic mashed potatoes, veggies and all in a teriyaki sesame sauce, while I had the Rosemary Chicken, a breast sautéed in garlic and rosemary and smothered in a mushroom ragout, also served with garlic mashed potatoes and crispy green beans and carrots. I had a very light and fruity, not at all bitter, Toasted Head Chardonnay with it that I really enjoyed, generally not being partial to whites, but that I thought went great with the entrée. Definitely worth trying, if you like that sort of thing, and it won't break the bank. Between that and the cocktail I'd had before they served us, I was feeling a pleasant wobble by the end of our meal. After a ceremonial taste of one another's dinners--which we both liked, more to my surprise than her's, I think--we dug in. Naturally, she finished a good half-hour before me because I'm the Slowest Eater in the World. But there's just so much to talk about.
So, there was more school note-comparing. I caught her up on the shape of my year since I'd seen her in November, including my medical rundown. She enjoyed her second semester of med school much more than her first, it seems, so that was good to hear. I was very surprised to find out that she was in an Air Force scholarship program. Somehow that had missed me before or never came up. But both she and Laurae Rettig (the other former student of mine with whom she drove up, but who I didn't get the chance to see) have sold off four years of their lives to the Air Force in return for the med school education. It's a good deal, I guess, especially in your early twenties. At this point, Katie's leaning toward family medicine, pediatrics, or perhaps oncology. Having gotten a bit of the scoop on the former from kesil, I'm particularly glad to see someone of Katie's brilliance willing and enthusiastic about going into family work. There was the usual catching up by delivering news of various friends, and I tried to explain in passing what some of my current theological work was about, and with her Great Books background from Notre Dame's PLS program, she even knew some of the references. She was particularly interested in noticing back at the apartment that I was beginning to read John Courtney Murray, SJ's book We Hold These Truths as part of my "religious language in public discourse" ethics question. Apparently she had done some work with it herself as part of her political science reading. So, suffice it to say, lots to talk about. Random Topic of the Night: Vaudeville-Era Theatre Interior Design.
At the end of the early evening then, a little after nine, I walked her up to the Rave, letting her see how to get back to her car, and dropped her off there. I met a handful of the local alums who were gathered outside, after being rallied by email from our local alumni club to come support the band of recent ND grads. Most were fairly shy, but I did get a bit of enthusiastic conversation out of a fellow by the name of Mike Brown, who turned out to be the Leprechaun from a few years back, when Notre Dame had its first African American student step into the role of Irish icon. Being the Leprechaun explained his enthusiasm, since you have to be hyper-extroverted to get that position. He seemed someone who'd be fun to hang with.